Ducklings ahoy

What a morning! The ducklings in my garden hatched and you should have heard the noise their mother made. You'd think they were ostrich eggs. I grant you fifteen babies at one time is a bit of a shock for any mother especially one who didn't think ahead and plan how she was going to get them all over a six foot wall. One dashed into my utility room to escape my PCG who was trying to get them into a cardboard box to take them down the lane to the river. I gave it one of my looks as much as to say push off mate but it hid behind my hay bowl. I have to admit they were all very good speed runners although they were only a few minutes old. What chaos!

We managed to catch fourteen of them as well as the mother duck so the garden is all mine again. Don't know what happened to the fifteenth.

I got my spare bed ready in case it needs to stay for the odd night. It takes quite a long time to get the blankets just right for a duckling. I hope it doesn't sit in my water bowl.

Identity crisis

It's Easter and I'm a bunny. An Easter bunny. At least I thought I was so why isn't my name on at least one of my dishes? My two big hay bowls say DOG. My crunchie dish has a picture of a cat on the bottom and the bowl for my greens is covered with chickens! It's very confusing and a bit depressing when you think about it. Obviously they can't love me enough to buy a dish for me with a rabbit on it. I've been given all the old cast-offs, all the old hand-me-downs.

Oh well, as long as they keep putting food in them I mustn't grumble

So that's why you toss your dish around the floor! We will look for a bowl with rabbits on it, Harve.